I'm irate, tired of this place
that I can no longer face.
The bitterness, the distaste,
you amplify it all the way.
I've grown sick of comparisons,
slight jabs at my psyche
and the sarcasm in your voice
when you say you're happy for me.
You think I'm going nowhere
and no you don't need to say it,
I can see that sentiment plastered
all over your face.
You compare me to him and her,
thinking you've made a discovery.
I know you just love to hate me,
you only talk to me out of pity
and you laugh at my expense
every chance that you get.
"If only you were smarter,
if only you really listened
and went down the path
that I organized and pre-planned
then you wouldn't be such a loser
with no goals and no social life.
Your friends have abandoned you
and now you're just left all alone,
without me you'd be dead
but to me you're already dead."
Thanks for the lecture,
you know I just love those.
I love the feeling of your fingers
picking and prodding in my life.
That microscope is built perfectly
for examining everything
that's wrong with me, right?
You only know my name,
you don't known who I am.
You've only seen me in person
but never seen inside my soul.
You keep claiming to help,
that excuse is getting so old.
You talk and you talk
but nothing real comes out
of those lips ready with venom
to pierce through my skin.
I'm fed up with my life
but you're only making it worse,
just spare me the displeasure
of your toxic company.